Friday, May 04, 2012

At the Footbridge

Some were throwing bread to the ducks
some were admiring the reflections of trees
some were watching for fish below the surface.

Some were contemplating the mystery of transparency
some were meditating on the constant nature of change
some were studying the shape of a standing wave.

Some were weeping and their tears fell in the pool
some were laughing and their laughter rippled the water
some were dreaming and their shadows moved silent from bank to bank.

I was on the bridge
I was crossing the bridge
I was flowing under the bridge.

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1 comment:

Skyler May said...